With Raffel's command.
A monk dressed in black walked to the front of the formation, but there was only one long arrow in his quiver.
The arrowhead was made of the sa material as Horn's Blood Covering Cloud, hollow and drilled; it was a specially made whistling arrow.
The monk spread his arms, revealing dense black tattoos of Miseria and Lilith kissing.
He held the arrow with two fingers, drew the string with three, and slowly pulled back.
With a twang, the string sang.
The intentionally hollow arrow shot through the sky like a thrush's whistle, lodging into a spiked wooden stake, still buzzing.
Targeting the red arrow, three hundred Red Knights and two hundred reford knights of the Fifth Imperial Decree Company burst out like blood from a pierced vein.
Unlike before, when everyone rushed to be at the forefront, this ti the Imperial Knights chose to cover the rear and flanks.
The cold wind lifted the thin red clothes, exposing the dirty gray-black bandages beneath the chain mail.
Unlike other Noble Knights who scread their family's na, these Red Knights remained silent.
Instead, their Devil Horses let out chaotic neighs in unison.
Almost simultaneously, a strong drumbeat sounded from behind the parapet.
It seed as if a fierce wind blew through, rustling the leaves, accompanied by piercing whistles.
Lead bullets with a 20mm diater heated the interior of the gun barrel under the propulsion of the helical firing rod.
A crisp series of sounds like blades unsheathing, and in an instant, twenty lead bullets weighing 60 grams each tore through the armor of seven Red Knights.
Flesh splattered with blood burst out.
The imnse impact forcibly squeezed the flesh out of the body, and the deford lead beca irregularly shaped, lodged within the Red Knights.
Many Extraordinary Knights, when facing such imnse pain and injury, found it difficult to resist regardless of their willpower.
Especially since often, even if they endured ntally, the physiological and physical deformations were uncontrollable.
But these seven Red Knights were different; only two died instantly after taking the lead bullets to the spine, brain, or heart.
Of the remaining five, one had ribs exposed to the air, yet they continued to charge towards the parapet as if unhard.
The Imperial Knights following them, despite vaguely knowing where the Red Knights ca from, couldn't help but pray in their hearts for the Holy Father to forgive their sins.
Then they buried their heads deeper into the horse's mane to avoid special attention from the Helical Guns.
Lying on the horse's back, they too heard the curses from the enemy formation.
It was clear that the Wild Wolf Battle Group's monks didn't expect the coil guns to have so little effect on these Red Knights.
"Ready, release the arrows!"
The deputy company commander of the Fifth Imperial Decree Company was the first to draw a cavalry bow, nocking an arrow.
Over a hundred large bows were drawn.
In the series of twangs, a wave of arrows rose from behind the Red Knights like locusts, landing with thuds on the parapet and the opposing cavalry.
"Release the arrows! Release the arrows! Release the arrows!"
The deputy company commander roared continuously; after all, an Imperial Knight is an Imperial Knight, and during the charge, they managed to release six waves of arrows.
The lightweight arrows of these cavalry bows couldn't penetrate armor but still kept the Wild Wolf Cultivators' heads down.
Under the cover of the arrows, the Red Knights successfully entered the 100-ter killing range.
Standing from behind the parapet, Captain Fifty of the Third Holy Gun Team of the Wild Wolf Battle Group, Volovitz, glanced at the charging Red Knights.
With countless tests in military school and three years of military experience, in an instant he judged a key piece of information.
Due to the enemy knights' rapid charge, they could fire at most two rounds at their current speed.
Unanimously, officers issued the command for over-the-shoulder shooting.
The second row of Holy Gunn imdiately set their coil guns on the shoulders of the first row of soldiers, aiming at the charging Red Knights.
Unlike matchlock guns, getting too close would ignite each other and easily deafen the soldiers in front.
The coil gun can be considered environntally friendly and silent; crowding together, firing over shoulders didn't hinder shooting but could enhance the density of firepower projection.
"Fire the spider silk rounds!"
"Praise the Holy Wind!"
In an instant, nearly two hundred lead bullets pierced the air, and the Red Knights erupted into dense blood mists.
Like dominoes, along the two "edges" of their formation, the Red Knights fell one after another.
From mid-air, it seed like a red mist suddenly rose, blocking the advancing Red Knights behind.
Yet Volovitz and other Holy Gun officers felt little joy.
According to normal procedures, those hit should at least groan, more knights should scream or even let out terrified shrieks.
But these Red Knights seed to have left their vocal cords at ho, maintaining a deathly silence.
Instead, many Devil Horses were startled, neighing and attempting to turn and flee.
Faced with their own blood mist and the corpses of their comrades on the ground, these Red Knights charged forward as if they hadn't seen anything.
As for the fired spider silk rounds, these Devil Horses were skittish yet clever.
They either leapt into the air to dodge or kicked them away before the spider silk rounds could explode.
Fortunately, this wave of shooting did result in injuries to dozens of Red Knights and about a dozen falling off and being dismounted.
Like precision gears in motion, the first two rows of gunners lined up, rotating back while the rear two rows stepped forward in unison.
Military sabers clashed with gun barrels, and the faint sound of clockwork gears turning could be heard.
"Over-the-shoulder shooting!"
"Praise the Holy Wind!"
A second surge of blood mist rose, with dozens more Red Knights dismounted, tumbling on the ground.
With a closer range, the number of Red Knights knocked down or injured in this wave was more than the last.
If by ratio, the Red Knights should have a 30% casualty rate.
Switching to the Wild Wolf Battle Group and other new formations, with their morale, this casualty rate would cause desertions.
But these Red Knights continued their charge!
"Damn it, so tough?!" even Jeska cursed softly.
"Raise the sabers!" Volovitz drew his saber first, "Prepare for battle!"
Little Hart behind him let out a wolf howl, coarse black fur sprouted from his cheeks and armor, and burgeoning muscles stretched out the previously loose chain mail.
Nodding to Volovitz, indicating the Wild Wolf Soldiers were ready, Volovitz turned back.
Next to him, the monks held up long lances and long halberds, their gleaming tips pointed at the charging Red Knights.
The rapid sound of hooves grew closer, and in a blink, it was upon them.
"Neigh!"
Iron hooves landed on the parapet, and foul saliva dripped down the staffs of the weapons.
The Wild Wolf Cultivators looked up to see several Red Knights rising with the wind, seemingly floating into the vision of all the Wild Wolf Cultivators.
Ti seed to slow down; Volovitz watched the hooves pass before his eyes, the smooth horse belly, and the rapidly thrusting lance.
Clearly, the next mont, the thrusting lance would pass through Volovitz's head.
"Roar—"
The lance narrowly grazed Volovitz's scalp.
A shadow had rushed out the mont the Red Knight leaped, leaving only a few tufts of wolf fur fluttering in the wind.
As seven or eight Wild Wolf Soldiers collided with the leaping Red Knight, wolf fur and chain mail rings cascaded down.
Ti seed to resu its flow at this mont.
Plunging his military saber into the panicking Devil's Warhorse's chest, Volovitz, covered in horse blood, yelled: "Long live the Holy Alliance! For freedom!"
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